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| Forum topic | Didn't want to be a priest | 2Lou | 6 | 20 years 5 months ago |
| Forum topic | A Little Bit Lost | Corvus | 12 | 20 years 5 months ago |
| Forum topic | Fergals' 'Her Side of the Story' | Jack Cade | 4 | 20 years 5 months ago |
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My stories
Married Life
The year we married, a red hot summer lasted so long the garden burnt. We were betting who was hottest you or me; our wedding marquee was used as a sun shelter, tempers ran high that summer, then out of the blue,
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Jazz is the music
Tangibly, the web of silence grew, where angry words flew some moments before, now settled in the creases of the curtains, anchored to the nooks and crannies of the walls, the piles of the Persian rug.
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A year flown out
Do you not sense the autumn wind that falls across your grave in sighs, bereft of breath, to mourn a second time your death? Will winter's freeze break up my frozen heart to smithereens with its sharp biting chill?
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Dependency
She is touchy-feely like an oyster rubbing incessantly the grains of a corroding awareness from within but because of it she is breeding her own dependency he cannot quit.
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- 1091 reads
A Hospital Story
She took a large sheet of white paper and on this she made the world a hospital with rows of beds and corridors and she painted two nurses running between the patients and a doctor in a floppy white coat
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- 1581 reads